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Alone And Together

Updated: Jul 30, 2024

The soul isn’t whole

There’s a couple holes in it

A few missing pieces 

Somethings yearns for more

A transformation beckons

There's always room to grow

The universe expands

Making room for more

The soul isn’t alone

But yet

It is

Surrounded by ‘The Other’

But never truly together 

Alone and together . . .

Hoping someone sees us

And chooses to stay

Someone that’s almost the same

Someone that knows our pain

The soul hopes this other soul will make us feel whole

But no

They just help us grow

Or they slow our roll 

We will never be filled

What fun would it be to be done?

No one here sees it

But they know

They know of the holes in our soul

Because they have a similar home

Alone but together . . .

Together but alone . . .

An infinite sea of faces in our home 

The soul can’t be whole

It needs to long

One person

By themselves

Is hardly strong

But together

We can storm any weather 

But we are hardly ever all together

Constantly raging against one another . . .


I think I just want one of these holes filled

I think I’d like to fall in love

But today I feel sick

Today, I feel like I’ll never find it

Today, I want to

Today, I want to meet my future wife

I want to feel loved

I want to grow

I want my lonely soul to share a home

I wish I could find my person

I wish I could accept love

And give it

Alone but together . . .

Together but alone . . .

No one is coming to save me

No one is coming to make life better . . .

I hope I didn’t miss it

I hope I can risk it

When it comes time to find it . . .

Alone and together . . .

Together and alone . . .


CH 7/27/24

 
 
 

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